Anger was sometimes likened to the scratch on the roof of your mouth that would only heal if you stopped tonguing. But you didn’t. That small yet agonizing pain settled, taking up residence and permeating through the rest of your nervous system. Pain could be unimaginable, given the right artist and the right tools. UrizienContinue reading “The Disrespect, Disgrace, and Dishonor to Urizien”